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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.