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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.