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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
the Germs,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.