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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.