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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.