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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.