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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Swans,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.