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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.