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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
UT,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.