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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.