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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.