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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.