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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.