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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.