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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.