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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.