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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.