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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.