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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.