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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Visage,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Rakim,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.