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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.