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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.