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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.