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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.