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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear 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.