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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.