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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.