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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.