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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Trojans 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.