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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.