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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
CMW,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.