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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.