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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 OOIOO 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.