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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.