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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Fear,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.