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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.