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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Mars,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.