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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
X-102,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.