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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.