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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.