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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
X-101,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.