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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.