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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Index,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.