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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.