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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.