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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.