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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.