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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Can,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.