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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.