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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.