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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.