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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.