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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.