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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.