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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.