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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.