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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.