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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Niagra,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.