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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Japan,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.