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 India and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.