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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf 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?
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.