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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.