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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.