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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.