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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.