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 Guyana and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Magma,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.