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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.