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 Seoul.
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 Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.