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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.