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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.