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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.