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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
cv313,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Can,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.