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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Names,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.