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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.