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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.