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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.