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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.