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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.