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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.