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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.