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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.