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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.