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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.