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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.