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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.