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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.