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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.