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 States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.