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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Mars,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.