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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.