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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.