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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.