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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.