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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.