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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Skriet,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.