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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.