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 Israel 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.