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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Franke,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.