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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.