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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Mad Mike 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.