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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.