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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.