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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.