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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.