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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.