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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.