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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.