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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.