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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Mars,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.