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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.