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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.