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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.