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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.