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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.