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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.