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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.