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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.