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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.