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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Brick,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.