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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Japan,
DNA,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.