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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart 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 disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.