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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.