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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.