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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.