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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.