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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
CMW,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.