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 Greece 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.