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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.