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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.