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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Faust,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.