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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.