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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.