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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.