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 China and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.