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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.