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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.