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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.