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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.