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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.