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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.