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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.