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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.