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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Can,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.