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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
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.