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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.