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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.