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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.