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 San Marino 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Rakim,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.