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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
DNA,
Japan,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.