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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.