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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.