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 Denmark and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.