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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.