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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.