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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.