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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Index,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
UT,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.