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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.