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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.