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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
cv313,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
MDC,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Fear,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.