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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.