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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.