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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.