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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.