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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.