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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.