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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.