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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.