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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.