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 United Kingdom 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.