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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.