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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.