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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.