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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.