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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.