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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.