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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.