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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.