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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
ABC,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.