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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.