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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Sound to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.