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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.