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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.