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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.