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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.