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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.