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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.