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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.