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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.