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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.