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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.