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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
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.