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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
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 Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.