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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.