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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.