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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Index,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.