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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.