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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.