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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.