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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.