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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.