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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.