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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
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Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.