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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.