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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.