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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
The Index,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.