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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.