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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.