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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.