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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.