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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.