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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.