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 Chad and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.