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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.