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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.