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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.