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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.