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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.