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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.