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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Brick,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.