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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Lalann,
John Cale,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.