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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.