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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.