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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.