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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Gories to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.