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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.