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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Crime to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.