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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.