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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Audionom,
UT,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.