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 Peru 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.