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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.