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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.