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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Organ,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.