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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.