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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.