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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
CMW,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.