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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.