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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.