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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
10cc,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.