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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.