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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Associates,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.