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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.