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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.