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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.