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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.