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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.