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 Nauru 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.