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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.