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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
CMW,
Ossler,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.