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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Shoche,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.