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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.