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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.