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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.