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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.