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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.