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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.