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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.