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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
JFA,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.