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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.