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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.