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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
T. Rex,
UT,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.