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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Neu!,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.