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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.