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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.