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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.