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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.