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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.