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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.