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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.