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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.