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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
UT,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.