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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.