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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.