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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.