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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.