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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.