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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.