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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.