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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.