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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.