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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.