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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.