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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Pole,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.