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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Swans,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.