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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.