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 and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.