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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.