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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.