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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Fear,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.