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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.