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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.