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 Monaco and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.