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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.