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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Unwound,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.