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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Move,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.