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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.