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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.