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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Can,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.