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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.