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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.