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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Neu!,
ABC,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.