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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.