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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.