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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Lyres,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.