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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Saints,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.