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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Move,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.