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 Benin 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.