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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.