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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.