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 Netherlands 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.