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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 808 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.