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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.