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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.