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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.