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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
X-101,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.