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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.