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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.