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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.