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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.