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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.