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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.