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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.