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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.