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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.