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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.