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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.