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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Remains,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.