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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.