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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.