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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.