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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.