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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.