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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.