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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.