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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.