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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.