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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.