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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.