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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Unwound,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.