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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.