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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.