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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Symarip,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.