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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.