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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.