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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.