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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.