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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.