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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.