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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Wings,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.