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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.