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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.