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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Television,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.