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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.