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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.