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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.