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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.