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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.