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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.