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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Can,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.