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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.