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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.