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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.