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 China and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.