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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.