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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.