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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.