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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.