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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Gong,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.