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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.