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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.