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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.