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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.