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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.