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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Q65,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.