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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.