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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.