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 Greece and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.