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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.