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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Gong,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.