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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.