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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.