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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.