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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.