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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.