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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.