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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
MDC,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.