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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.