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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.