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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Move,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.