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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.