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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.