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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.