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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.