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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.