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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.