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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.