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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.