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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.