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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 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 Birthday Party to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.