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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.