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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.