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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.