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 Bahamas 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.