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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Aswad,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.