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 Brazil 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.