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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.