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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.