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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.