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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.