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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.