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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.