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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.