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 Korea North and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.