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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.