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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.