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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.