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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Skaos,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.