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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.