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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.