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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.