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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.