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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Fear,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.