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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.