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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Trojans,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.