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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.