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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.