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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.