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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
MC5,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.