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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.