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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Nico,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.