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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.