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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.