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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.