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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.