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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
World's Most,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.