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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Alphaville,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.