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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.