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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.