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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.