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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.