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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.