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 Russia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.