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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Television,
Skarface,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.