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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
PIL,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.