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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.