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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.