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 France and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Excepter 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.