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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.