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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.