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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.