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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.