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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.