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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.