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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monks to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.