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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.