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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.