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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
The Monks,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.