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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.