Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.