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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Remains,
MC5,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.