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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.