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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.