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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.