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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
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You don't know what you really want.
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