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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
PIL,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.