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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Index,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.