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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.