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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.