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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.