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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Monks,
X-101,
Crime,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.