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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.