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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.