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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.