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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
MDC,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.