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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.