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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.