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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.