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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Can,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.