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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Erasure,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.