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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.