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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.