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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.