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 Spain and from Milan.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.