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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.