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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.