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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.