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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.