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 Chile 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.