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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.