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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.