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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.