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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.