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 Israel 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.