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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.