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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Gang Green,
ABC,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.