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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.