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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.