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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.