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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.