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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
AZ,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.