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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.