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 Senegal 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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.