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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.