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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.