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 East Timor and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.