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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
the Association,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.