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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.