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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.