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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Neu! to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.