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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.