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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 UT to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Organ,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Lyres,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.