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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Main Source,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.