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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.